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12th September By Sarah Jones

12th September 1900, Wednesday There is this man, a man I yearn for, and adore with all my heart. The inevitable has happened...death... death has come to collect me. Although with the presence of my lover things have changed the current setting to a pure timeless void, neither pain nor pleasure can reach me here. Here in his arms is complete numbness, comfort and safety. I wanted to stay in his arms, stay with him, forever and ever being held in his soft embrace. Every trouble we have been in can't take him away from me in this moment of horrid circumstance. I'm drifting from him though, and that doesn't sit too well for me. Fighting agains